Rockabye
They called her Rockabye
the mesmerising motion of her sleep
A gleaming cradle
rolling in a high, dark and dull tree
Swaying like a swingboat
in the Glory of the World
But grim gloom can be reversed
sapphires shine among the cursed
And the old lyric re-rendered as if the bough breaks...
13.03.13
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